Perfect. Of all people, why would they call me perfect? In my mind, I'm the farthest person from being perfect. "Perfection" is just an illusion, one that makes you stop trying to reach higher.
"Here we have the Crimson King to tell you about her journey to perfection!" There's that word again. Why am I even here? Sure, my story is different than most, but is that a good reason to share it with the world? I sigh quietly while plastering a smile on my face. "Do it for the children" They say, "You'll change their lives" Yeah, I will change their lives. For the worse. If I actually told the truth about what's happened to me, they would never call me perfect again. Maybe that's what I want.
But I never do. Why? I don't know. I just tell them the prettied up version of myself, "I just worked and trained hard for years. I never cared that I was different than most Kings, being female and all." In other words, I lied. I did care. It did affect me. I never had any friends, and the ones that were friends left me. That, or they stabbed me in the back.
"Turpe autem mori est detrimentum honoris! Who here can remember what that means?" I can hear a teacher shout. Why would they have me speak at a school? I should be training.
"It is shameful to lose but to die is an honor!" The students chant back. Great job Red Faction, you have successfully brainwashed these children.
"Now who knows why this is our saying?"
"It is an honor for a King to fall in battle! For losing is shameful!" One kid shouts. Why do they think losing is shameful? In other faction, like the Brown Faction, they view a failure or loss as a learning opportunity.